Works, Containing His Plays and Poems: To which is Added a Glossary, Том 4G.G. & J. Robinson, R. Faulder, B. & J. White, J. Edwards, T. Payne, Jun. J. Walker, & J. Anderson, 1797 |
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... SoN . M. GUN . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd ; And how the English have the fuburbs won . SON . Father , I know ; and oft have shot at them , Howe'er , unfortunate , I mifs'd my aim . M. GUN . But now thou shalt not . Be ...
... SoN . M. GUN . Sirrah , thou know'st how Orleans is besieg'd ; And how the English have the fuburbs won . SON . Father , I know ; and oft have shot at them , Howe'er , unfortunate , I mifs'd my aim . M. GUN . But now thou shalt not . Be ...
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... son , Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon . Come , fide by fide together live and die ; And foul with foul from France to heaven fly . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . A Field of Battle . Alarum : Excurfions , wherein TALBOT's fon is hemm'd ...
... son , Born to eclipse thy life this afternoon . Come , fide by fide together live and die ; And foul with foul from France to heaven fly . [ Exeunt . SCENE VI . A Field of Battle . Alarum : Excurfions , wherein TALBOT's fon is hemm'd ...
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... son of hell , Whom angry heavens do make their minifter , Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance ! -Let no foldier fly : He , that is truly dedicate to war , Hath no felf - love ; nor he , that loves himself ...
... son of hell , Whom angry heavens do make their minifter , Throw in the frozen bofoms of our part Hot coals of vengeance ! -Let no foldier fly : He , that is truly dedicate to war , Hath no felf - love ; nor he , that loves himself ...
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... son of Henry the fifth , Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop , And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces ... Sons , peace ! K.HEN . Peace thou ! and give king Henry leave to speak . WAR . Plantagenet fhall speak firft : -hear ...
... son of Henry the fifth , Who made the Dauphin and the French to stoop , And seiz'd upon their towns and provinces ... Sons , peace ! K.HEN . Peace thou ! and give king Henry leave to speak . WAR . Plantagenet fhall speak firft : -hear ...
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... SON that has killed his Father , dragging in the dead body . - SoN . Ill blows the wind , that profits no - body.— This man , whom hand to hand I flew in fight , May be poffeffed with fome store of crowns : And I , that haply take them ...
... SON that has killed his Father , dragging in the dead body . - SoN . Ill blows the wind , that profits no - body.— This man , whom hand to hand I flew in fight , May be poffeffed with fome store of crowns : And I , that haply take them ...
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